Elijah entered the modest home with a grateful smile. Grandpa clapped him on the back with his usual hearty welcome, guiding Elijah toward the living room.
"Make yourself comfortable, son," Grandpa said warmly. "This house may be small, but I bet you'll like it here. Peaceful. No noise, no rush."
Ash, who was standing nearby, added quietly, "It's not much, but I hope you'll feel at ease. The atmosphere here…it's different from the busy city life."
Elijah nodded, looking around. The small but quaint house already felt more like home than anything he'd known in years. "It's perfect," he said softly, his gaze landing on Ash.
Ash studied him curiously, noticing the brief hesitation in Elijah's voice. "What about your company?" he asked, his tone betraying a hint of worry.
Elijah's business was massive; it wouldn't just run itself.
